The red tassels under the head of the Soul-Breaking Spear fluttered gently in the bloody wind. Yang Yun pulled out the Soul-Breaking Spear, with the spear head facing down, and looked at Xuanyuan Potian expressionlessly.

Xuanyuan Potian's face was gloomy and gloomy. He had investigated before the war. There would be no ghost emperors in this war, and it was almost a massacre of human races. But for some reason, Yang Yun, the ghost emperor who made the four major races frightened, suddenly appeared here.

"What a ghost emperor Yang Yun, much more powerful than I thought." Xuanyuan Potian said.

Yang Yun said lightly: "Retreat the army. Even if you win, there will be no change in the result. The Venerable Fengdu has ordered the end of the war, and the ghost clan and the human clan will usher in a peaceful future."

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. If the result of the war is not determined by the war, then what is the meaning of our battle?" Xuanyuan Potian said unconvincedly.

"The meaning of war is for peace. Now that peace has come, I advise you to withdraw your troops as soon as possible," said Yang Yun. "For people like you, war may be your greatest opportunity. Every ghost soldier you kill will become every paving stone for you to get promoted and make money, but you must think clearly - I, Yang Yun, will not agree!"

Yang Yun was full of energy and suddenly raised his spear and pointed it directly at Xuanyuan Potian's nose. As long as his spear goes a little further, he can pierce Xuanyuan Potian's head.

"Damn..."

Xuanyuan Potian said angrily: "It is absolutely impossible to let me withdraw my troops. The victory of the human race is right in front of me. How could it be possible to negotiate peace at this time? I don't believe it, I won't believe it!"

The golden sword was suddenly lifted up, Xuanyuan Potian picked up Yang Yun's spear and suddenly swung an unparalleled sword energy downward. If this sword energy broke into the soldiers of the Ghost Clan, there would probably be thousands of other Ghost Clan soldiers who would die tragically under the sword!

"break!"

Yang Yun's expression did not change, and his spear stabbed out like an angry dragon. He instantly caught up with Xuanyuan Potian's sword energy, instantly disintegrating the sword energy, saving the lives of thousands of ghost soldiers.

"Come again!"

Xuanyuan Potian was unwilling to accept it and emitted several sword energy in succession, but without exception, they were all cracked by Yang Yun!

After trying again and again, Xuanyuan Potian became more and more anxious, but Yang Yun was always the same.

"He is only in the middle stage of the Ghost Emperor. We are obviously only one level away. Why can he resolve my attack so easily!" Xuanyuan Potian's hands trembled, and his heart was extremely resentful.

Suddenly, Yang Yun moved. He raised his left arm and clenched his fist with one hand. A burst of starlight suddenly burst out from his fist. At this moment, time stopped again!

Xuanyuan Potian's anger was stiff on his face.

The vultures in the sky also hovered in the air.

The blood of the human soldiers splattered, but they were all frozen.

"Why has time stopped again?"

Yan Ning looked at Pei Ye in confusion.

But Pei Ye shook his head: "I'm not the one who keeps time still."

"What?"

Yan Ning looked back and saw that on the battlefield, the only person who could move freely was the Ghost Emperor Yang Yun.

He held a spear in his hand, his eyes swept across the battlefield, his eyes were extremely sad.

Then, he walked forward, held the golden sword in Xuanyuan Potian's hand in his hand, engraved a line of small words with his immortal consciousness, and put it back into Xuanyuan Potian's hand.

The spear was placed on Xuanyuan Potian's throat.

Time recovered again, Xuanyuan Potian looked at the Soul-Breaking Spear in front of him in shock, and he had no idea what was going on.

"Get out of your army, otherwise you will definitely die." Yang Yun said in an unrefutable tone.

No matter how unwilling Xuanyuan Potian felt in his heart, he still chose to surrender in the face of the threat of death. He shouted to the human soldiers below: "The soldiers of the Zixu Empire listened to my order and retreated immediately. No mistakes are allowed. Violators... shall be executed immediately!"

The human soldiers who were still fighting suddenly stopped and the soldiers of the ghosts chose to stop. Everyone looked up at the sky and looked at the two commanders.

Yang Yun took the Soul-Breaking Spear behind him and said to Xuanyuan Potian: "Look at the sword in your hand."

Xuanyuan Potian lowered his head in a daze, glanced at the small words on the long sword, and then he showed a depressed look and threw the long sword in his hand to the ground frustratedly. His knees seemed to have their strength hollowed out. Xuanyuan Potian knelt heavily in front of Yang Yun.

"I lost...I lost..." He kept murmuring.

Seeing Xuanyuan Potian dropping his weapons, the human soldiers also put down their weapons one after another, and the same was true for the ghost soldiers.

The bleak breeze on the battlefield stirred Yang Yun's cloak. He said to the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield: "The Venerable Fengdu has signed a peace treaty with the Master Zixu. The war... is over, and we can go home!"

As soon as this statement was made, both the Ghost Soldiers and the Human Soldiers couldn't help but shout happily. Even though they were fighting for a life-and-death enemy just now, they were still hugging each other tightly!

In the sky, Xuanyuan Potian knelt in front of Yang Yun, and Yang Yun became a ghost hero who is respected by thousands of people.

"There are thousands of battlefields between human and ghost tribes. Such wars were staged every day three thousand years ago. When the Venerable Fengdu and Emperor Zixu signed a peace treaty, the beauty cared about such a small battlefield. No ghost emperor would waste time on a group of ghosts, so Xuanyuan Potian tried to make great achievements through this opportunity."

"Of the many ghost emperors, only Yang Yun traveled thousands of miles to the battlefield, stopped Xuanyuan Potian, and saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of ghost clans and human soldiers."

"This is the last battle between the human race and the ghost race."

Ge Shutu's face showed a longing smile: "After the war, the ghost clan and the human clan ushered in the first peaceful era in the history of the fairy world. At that time, the ghost clan members could enter the human city at will, and the human clans could also enter and exit the ghost clan's territory at will."

"After the war, the war hero Yang Yun also became the image ambassador of unity between the human race and the ghost race. Even Emperor Zixu specially held a banquet of paradise for Yang Yun and ordered the three thousand beauties in the harem to give Yang Yunwu a song!"

"At the Bliss of Paradise, Emperor Zixu praised Yang Yun as the 'No. 1 hero of the Ghost Clan' and betrothed his second daughter, Princess Xu Ningxiang, to Yang Yun on the spot!"

Pei Ye turned the scene and the surrounding scenes were transferred to the Zixu Immortal Capital. Outside the imperial city, three thousand beauties were wearing enchanting clothes and dancing happily, and the entire Zixu Immortal City was like a fairyland.

Above the fairyland are two long tables, one up and one at a time, and various spiritual fruit delicacies are placed on the table. Xu Zixu sat in the upper seat and laughed happily, and Yang Yun sat in the lower seat, and also smiled.

A beautiful figure stood behind Xu Zixu, with a slightly shy expression, and he looked carefully at the number one hero of the ghost clan from time to time.

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Chapter completed!